"Keep shooting!"

Standing on the walls of Glory Castle, Winlessa shouted, and a bolt of elven arrows shot from her slender fingertips, forming a glowing silver light that flew towards the orc legion beneath the city gates.

The captain of the Dwarven Guard, Arrin, swung his massive silver hammer and smashed the orc infantry that climbed the walls, smashing them down. The blood of the enemy splattered like red wine on a wine table, spilling all over the dwarf's body.

Under the fiery red sky, the Alliance Expeditionary Force fought bloodily, and outside the city, Ares had completed a large assembly of the Knights. The snow eagle soared, skimming over the crowd and letting out a long cry.

"Brothers, you are all comrades in arms who have been born and died with me, how many times have we brushed shoulders with death, we have faced the most terrifying Scourge legions, we have faced the swarms of insects in the sky, and we have faced the fury of dragons, and now, let us fight side by side again, face this group of bloodthirsty orcs and demons burning with the flames of hell. Follow me to charge, for the Alliance! ”

Holding the holy sword aloft, Ares roared.

The soldiers of the Knights behind them responded to their high lord with the most enthusiastic roar.

The earth trembled, the knights charged, and the horses' hooves splashed dust. The next moment, a brilliant golden light broke through the crimson sky, shrouded Ares directly, shrouded the Knights, like a pure daylight pierced the blood-red mist, facing the Burning Legion, the Knights rushed forward.

The demons and orcs immediately turned around and roared, but it was too late.

Under Ares' leadership, the two hundred paladins of the Silver Hand Knights and the three hundred hoplites of Stormwind pierced the hearts of the orc army like a golden holy sword.

"We defend glory with blood!"

Sticking to the oath in their hearts, the Knights fought bloodily, pushing all the way, although there were only five hundred horsemen, the strength of the Knights was incomparably strong, and under the shroud of holy light, one by one the war hammers smashed into the heads of the orcs and the bodies of demons. The sheer power of the Holy Light turned the paladins' weapons into glowing orbs of glowing gold. Facing the demons, the warhammer is wielded, and the sword is unsheathed.

Light and darkness meet here, order and chaos collide here.

Ares rode a tall griffon, and no orcs or demons could stop the griffon's full charge. A demonic guardian with a burning demon flame was pounced on by the Snow Eagle, and when it tried to resist again, Ares jumped down and stabbed it in the chest with a sword. Evil demonic energy suddenly erupted like magma, and at the same time, the Snow Eagle instigated its powerful wings to repel and knock down the orcs that came up. The two orcs tried to grab her hind legs from behind, but the snow eagle turned around, and the hind legs exerted force, throwing the two orcs to the ground, the sharp eagle beak immediately pecked the eyes of one of the orc warriors, and the other orc warrior brandished a battle axe and tried to cut off her wings, and the snow eagle directly tore her body apart with its front claws, and the blood of the orc warrior suddenly gushed out of the broken body.

Other paladins and storm troopers also fought bravely, tearing apart the orcs along the way.

The orc army collapsed along the way, they were outnumbered, but their morale was completely lost, and under the onslaught of the paladins, the orc army of 5,000 people was chased by the heavy armored cavalry of only 500 men...... Their axes and hammers could not shatter the shields and armor of the human knights, while the paladins' hammers and swords slashed their bones and bones, staining the knights' horses and armor red with their blood.

It's just that the guards of Fort Glory not far away also seem to be in danger. Ghost-green hellfires rained down from the sky, billowing smoke, and smashed into the castle, and Ares knew that the coalition forces in the castle must be fighting hard against these burning monsters at this time, and he had to hurry.

Let's do it again.

Ares said to himself.

"Brothers, the next target, the next direction, follow me, and the glorious battle flag will surely flutter on this red land again!"

He shouted. The image of the heroic spirit flying high in front of him became more and more obvious. It's like some kind of summoning that makes Ares unable to control himself from time to time. But what it is, Ares still doesn't know......

……

"Fight to the end!"

On the city walls, High Elf Ranger Commander Winlessa shouted. A wounded orc climbed the city wall, only an arm's length away from the ranger general Winlessa, the incomparably agile Winlessa. The Windranger stood directly in place and stretched out his bow and arrows, and in just one heartbeat, the entire shooting action was completed, a silver light flashed, and the elven arrow shot through the throat of the orc warrior with great precision, and thick blood sprayed out.

Before she had time to wipe the blood stains on her face, Wen Lesa directly sprinted, rushed to the orc warrior, pulled out the arrow stuck in the orc's throat at a speed that was inaudible to the naked eye, and then took advantage of the situation to lie on her back, and used the bloody arrow to open her bow again, and the next second, the arrow flew into the sky at an alarming speed. A demon guardian was instantly shot in the membranacean wing, swooped in the air a few times, and fell off its balance before being slashed by the human forces on the ground.

On the other side, Jean and his werewolf troops had fallen into a state of complete bloodlust, biting at whomever they caught, claws tearing wildly at the orc infantry until blood stained their faces and faces, no different from ferocious beasts.

The wizards of Quel'Thalas summoned a meteorite meteorite, and a meteorite with fiery flames burst through the crimson canopy and smashed into the crowd of orcs. While smashing a large number of orcs and demons to death, the fragments produced by the meteorite explosion also burned many nearby orc infantry. It was like a cloud of fire that burst and spread, affecting a team of no less than a hundred people.

The dwarven warriors were still fighting feverishly, blocking the orcs' top-down slashes with their heavy shields, and then attacking the lower parts of the orc infantry with axes and hammers, breaking their foot bones or splitting the balls of their feet. Even though the orcs were so tall and brave, they were powerless in the face of the heavily armored dwarven heavy infantry, as if they had slashed at the turtle shell with all their might. They wanted to lift the dwarfs up and throw them away. But every now and then, the dwarves would pull out the holes of their guns from under their shields, and aim them at the indescribable parts of the orcs, and a shot would blow them so loudly that they would be half paralyzed...... This tactic, though obscene, is very effective, and on the battlefield there is no morality or etiquette, as long as it can be won......